A/N: Ahoy! Smut ahead. Just so you know. ;) This whole story is what comes with me being bored at work last week and reminiscing about 3x01.
Let the Games Begin
Chapter Two
"That was perfectly good scotch," Chuck said, as he entered the limo.
"Shut up!" Blair cried, getting in quickly and slamming the door shut. "Arthur, drive!" she shouted, throwing her purse at the seat across the limo.
"Where to, Ms. Waldorf?" the driver asked, not even batting an eye at Blair's lack of restraint. He had learned a long time ago that nothing was out of the ordinary when it came to Chuck Bass, and now that Blair Waldorf was his girlfriend…the same rule applied for her as well.
"Anywhere!" Blair exclaimed. She smacked the button that raised the partition between driver and passenger. As soon as it closed, she attacked.
One minute Chuck was sitting there on the seat, the next he was overcome by a hurtling body, silk dress, and long chestnut curls. Blair straddled him quickly, grabbed him by the hair, and smashed her lips against his, taking the kiss hard and brutally. Stunned for a moment, Chuck quickly regrouped, parting his lips and wrapping an arm around her waist.
They kissed open-mouthed, hot and wet, delirious with want until Chuck was brought to a sharp awakening when Blair tugged his hair a little too hard in her fervor for more.
He broke away with a chuckle. "Someone's ready to play rough."
Blair glared at him. "I've been ready to play, Bass," she muttered, her lips brushing his again. "I just don't like sharing—or other people trying to steal my things."
Chuck smirked, brushing her hair to one side and leaning closer. "She couldn't have stolen me," he whispered into her ear. "I'm yours, remember?"
Blair sighed, her fingers relaxing their death grip in his hair.
He smiled against her throat. "My jealous little kitten," he murmured, nipping the delicate flesh lightly with his teeth. At her gasp, he soothed the area with a kiss, which soon led to a gentle sucking. God he loved her neck. She purred in pleasure, leaning forward and pushing him further into the seat. Her hands drifted down to his chest, where she fumbled to unbutton his shirt and bare his dark chest hair to her eager fingers and eyes. She had a thing for his chest hair—maybe it was the fact that he had it, unlike her previous boyfriends. Maybe it was just yet another symbol for the fact that Chuck was more of a man in her eyes than any of those boys ever were. Maybe she just liked it because it was dead sexy.
His hands drifted to her thighs, slowly inching their way up, pushing the skirt of her dress higher and higher. Blair pulled back abruptly, grabbed her dress at the bottom, and swiftly tugged it over her head without a care as to where it landed. Her lingerie was the exact same shade as her dress: a fiery, hot red that demanded attention. She met his dark eyes with a pleased smirk; Blair knew she enticed, in fact, she had worn this very number just to tempt him all night.
An expectation hovered in the air between them. Blair raised an eyebrow and reached behind her back to undo her bra.
Chuck shrugged out of his shirt so fast he was almost certain he'd ripped a seam. But who cared when he had Blair straddling him clad in nothing but her La Perlas? God, he loved how wanton she could be when she was with him. His prim and proper princess was a wildcat underneath. The cold exterior and the fire below had always fascinated him, even before they'd slept together that first time after Victrola. And now that they were finally together, he got to coax out that real Blair, that catty, bitchy, fiery sex goddess all the time, as much as his heart desired. Which was a lot.
He reached out, a hand weighing one of her soft, luscious breasts. His other arm snaked around her back, and he pulled her forward until he could nuzzle his face against her chest. He dragged a thumb against one of her nipples, and her answering gasp encouraged him to capture one of the peaked buds in his mouth, laving gently and sucking until her back arched, sending her pelvis rocking against his, creating delicious friction. She let out a mewling moan.
Fuck his pants were tight. Chuck pulled back, panting. "Blair," he gasped, grabbing her hips.
She understood at once, leaping up to help divest him of his trousers. She pulled his boxers down and his erection sprang free, standing straight up and out from his body, seeming to point directly at what he wanted: Blair. She shot him a smile and slowly slid her panties down. The soft sound of silk against skin brought a shudder down his spine. Blair primly stepped out of her panties and settled back over him. She brushed her wet slit against his weeping cock and he let out a string of curses.
"Take me for a ride," she demanded, rather tauntingly. The look in her eyes told him she knew just what that blonde at the bar had wanted: this. And there was no way she was going to let some slut take her man. The idea of Blair prowling around, ready to defend her stake on him was so hot. There was no need for her to worry—the limo was sacred, and even more, he didn't want anyone else. He could never want anyone the way he wanted Blair.
She rocked forward, her breasts brushing his chest, her arms wrapped around his neck. He licked her collar bone, savoring the salt of her skin. Chestnut curls spilled around her shoulders and down her bare back, kissing his cheeks and filling his head with the heady scent of her. His hands gripped her waist in an attempt to still her movement, gain some sort of control, slow it all down. But Blair bucked against his restraint, shoving him hard into the leather seat of the car.
Eyes liquid pools of lust, she smiled wickedly. "Don't be gentle, Bass. Fuck me."
She rocked against him again and he couldn't stand it. He thrust up, his cock surging into her tight, wet heat like nothing else mattered in the world—and soon nothing else did. The only things that existed were his cock, her cunt, and his deep, driving thrusts.
Grabbing handfuls of her ass possessively, Chuck plunged into her fast and hard, again and again and again. Hips slamming together; sweaty, salty skin slapping wetly; her cries of pleasure echoing in his ear. She rode him like a pro, meeting him thrust for thrust.
"I can fuck you, Blair," he groaned. "Your plump little ass has been begging for it all night…God, you feel good." He grunted, sliding down the seat and using his legs to push himself up from the floor of the limo. He pumped into her harder, faster, filling her to the hilt. Soon she was frozen in his arms, her nails digging into his back and the slick walls of her core squeezing him until he erupted hot and wet, shaking in her arms with the force of his climax.
They lay against each other, panting as the sweat cooled on their still connected bodies. Blair stretched languorously against him, a contented shiver running down her spine. She rested her head in the crook between his neck and his shoulder, breathing him in.
"Jealous sex is hot," she commented dreamily. He chuckled in response, catching one of her hands in his and entwining their fingers.
"You telling off that bitch was hot, too," he said. She giggled into his shoulder and raised her head up to meet his eyes.
"You think so?" she asked.
"Of course."
Blair shrugged. "She didn't seem to understand that you were taken—"
"And all the happier for it," he added, leaning in to meet her lips.
Blair smiled against him, relishing the sweet kiss after such a fast, hot bout of lovemaking. She snuggled back into the crook of his neck.
"I almost wish we could do it again," she murmured.
"You would get off on yelling and telling other girls what to do," he laughed, one of his hands patting her ass.
She bit her lip on a giggle. "Well I'm a queen. It's what I do."
"I wouldn't have you any other way," he said, gathering her up in his arms and swinging their bodies so that they lay on their sides against the seat. No one who knew them would believe that Chuck Bass or Blair Waldorf cuddled after sex. But they didn't care.
"Chuck," Blair said after awhile, leaning up over him. "Could we do it again?"
Chuck looked up from her breasts, which were delightfully bare right before his eyes. He grinned. "Well, I'm up for round two if you are," he said smarmily.
She smacked his arm lightly. "You know that's not what I mean. I mean, could we…" she trailed off, suddenly a little shy. "Could we do it again as in get a girl to hit on you, and me tell her to back off from my boyfriend again?"
"Like pick her out ahead of time?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, intrigued. "Plan the whole thing?" He smirked, tightening his grip on her waist. "Sounds like a fine game to me."
"You know, you're not supposed to like it when they flirt with you," she said, pouting.
"I don't," he said. "I like it when you yell at them. You're so hot when you're angry." His eyes brightened. "Will you slap the next one?" he asked hopefully.
Blair laughed. "If she's very bad. I just might, actually. We can't have half of New York thinking you're still available. Not everyone reads Gossip Girl."
"I think," he said, brushing a few curls behind her ear, "it sounds like a brilliant game. I can't wait to play." He leaned up, his lips aiming for hers.
"Neither can I," Blair said, kissing him softly. He moaned and she could feel him hardening against her. She smiled. "The question is, Bass, do you know all the rules?"
"I think so," he whispered huskily. "But you better go through them with me first, just in case I've got them wrong."
"Oh, I plan to do just that," she answered, meeting his mouth again with hers.
"Then let the games begin."
fin
